Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 8.2

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns ALL of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I only own that nameless girl, so nuh!

Blood is all I've Got

Chapter 7. I'll Take "Help" for 500 Alex

Buffy walks into the house next door. (The door is open for a reason; it's not just conveniently unlocked.) Robin and Giles are dragging a large black chest with silver framework into the living room.

"Now why are we carrying all this stuff in? Where's the Fantastic Four with their super strength and hair that amazingly stays in place?"

"Now Xander stop complaining! We would help but, well, I have no good reason not to help, we just don't want to." Buffy explains spinning in the opposite direction and walking over to Faith.

"So how are we coming with the new weapons?"

"US!" The girls turn to look at Xander and roll their eyes.

"Alright. You would think that people would question why we need 12 crossbows though? Not very observant are they?" The slayer in blue (Buffy) analyzes shrugging. NG (nameless girl) sits on the sofa in a pair of dark jeans and a light purple top, scanning through some Greek text, loser! (Hehe) The breeze blows the door around causing Dawn to come to the rescue and hold it open as the men hall in more pretty crossbows. Dawn, now unneeded, goes to sit outside and read a magazine. Shutting the Greek book, GONN (Girl of No Names) goes to join Dawn.

"Oh, yeah there…um...? How are you?" She really needs a name.

"I'm fine." She says in her light, angelic voice. They look down the street, the closest house (other than the guys', and Faiths) is about half a block away. Not many houses are around the green landscape. A boy about 16 and firmly built rides by on a black bike. His jet-black hair is thick and flying through the summer breeze. His black and blue Nikes pound on the brakes and his dark blue and tinted jeans miss being caught in the chain. Although the sun shines down, his black t-shirt doesn't cause him to brake out into a sweet and the boy smiles, waving a hand as he flies smoothly past the girls to a light blue house on the opposite side of the street, only a block down.

"Girls, girls? HELLO?" Kennedy shouts, trying to kill the "trance".

"Umm, looks like someone is in love!" Buffy jokes as the others laugh.

"Oh, uh, we were just sleeping, at the exact same time, in he exact-same-place." Dawn starts to say slowing down realizing there isn't a way out.

"He was pretty gorgeous!" Buffy said starring at the large blue house.

"No! Not this again!" Xander moans.

"OH my GOSH! He's walking over here!" NG, runs inside the house, heading towards the stairs.

"Where are you going? You can't leave me!"

"Hello my name is.."

"Oh, good point."

"Hey, I'm Hayden. I was just wondering if y'u guys needed any help moving in?"

"We would love your help Hayden!" Buffy says with a smirk. Look at those deep green eyes. He is so HOT! And polite and, oh those GREEN EYES! Dawn thinks onwards about the boy, but I have to keep it PG-13 says my rating! Hayden smiles at Dawn and then lifts a box of books up with ease.

"Dawnie's got a friend!" Willow said, Kennedy lightly playing with her sleeve. Blushing Dawn bolts to the kitchen.

Hayden and the gang move boxes in and around for a couple of hours. Soon the house is turning into a home. Even Dawn feels comfortable enough and comes out of the kitchen finally! The boy offers is help again and smiles politely before leaving.

NG sits by the window in the room she shares with Dawn. (It's the second one from that end of a long hallway with 5 nice rooms.) Twisting her hair she thinks about her past and future. NG glances down at her hands. Clenching them to fists, her slowly closes her eyes, fighting of tears. They need your help. They will die without you! Do not leave them, or there will be one less child in the morning! The voice is so unearthly, NG has to cover her ears. The tone is strong and icy cold, a warning of what's to come. Help them. NG falls to the ground, eyes clenched, as a picture of a young girl only about eight is murdered with a long, cold knife. The world grows dark and NG faints on the floor.

The wind howls, a storm is almost to the house. Everyone is tired and drinks some hot chocolate by a large fire. NG lets just call her Raven because of the one text thing. Raven hasn't told them about the voice that she had heard early her. Something told her not too. The wind grows louder as a small shadow walks across the windowsill.

"Hey, we could tell ghost stories!" Andrew comments. "Or, roast marshmallows!"

"Inside? Come on Andrew!" A slayer moans.

"I don't know, marshmallows do sound kinda good. I agree with Andrew." Dawns imputes.

"Why thank you, you're just a peach!" Everyone sighs quietly as Andrew and Dawn leave to hunt down some marshmallows.

"I says we sell him." Says a wiry Xander.

"I don't think anyone would by him, not even to get out some steam when they're all "worked up"." Faith smiles. The night goes on. A large storm hits and rain pounds angrily on the roof. (Maybe it wanted marshmallows too!)

The lights flicker, and then die. The wind rolls through the house, freezing the air.

"Dawn, get the window shut, it's getting cold!" Faith yells over the roaring of the wind.

"Dawn, hurry up!" Kennedy shouts over. Dawn runs back from the window at the end of the hall that leads to the "fancy" dinning room at the left. Coming back, she is pale.

"Is it stuck?" Dawn shakes her head "Why didn't you shut the window then?" Buffy inquires.

"It's not open." Everyone stops. They look at Dawn then at each other. No one moves, fear freezes the air.

"We have a visitor." Buffy stands up and opens an old trunk pulling out and sword. "Let's give them a welcoming comity."